A Peek at MG 7 ****NSFW****

Okay, I've been writing all day, but didn't want to skip a post! Here's a peek at Hay and Heartbreak, MG 7, featuring Duke's brother Dan, and a tornado named Hector, who may have had a line or two in the last book. This excerpt is before Dan meets Hector, when Dan's still trying to figure out how to adjust to life on the outside. Oh, and it's ***NSFW*** I should go put that on the title of this post.

Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford

Chapter Two

The bar seemed like a safe enough place to go. Dan wasn’t looking for anything illegal, just a beer to wash down a days’ worth of nerves. He’d managed two interviews—to a newspaper and some magazine he’d never heard of—and that was all Rick had asked of him. Rick, unlike Edward, wasn’t pushy and would have understood if Dan hadn’t been able to do any interviews. That understanding was the only reason Dan had agreed to help. His gut cramped when he thought about the pictures that would be published with the articles. His scarred face was going to be used to drone up dollars and sympathy for other wrongfully incarcerated people.

“At least something good’ll come of it,” he muttered as he opened the door to the Sandstone Bar. It was dark inside, the lighting dim. He had the thought that it was a sign and he ought to leave, yet Dan’s feet didn’t get the memo. He blinked until his eyes adjusted to the change, then he made his way over to one of the numerous empty barstools.

“What’ll you have?” asked the bartender as she polished a glass. She quirked a brow at him. “You do know this is a gay bar?”

Dan shrugged. “So? You still got beer, doncha? A Bud Light?”

She snorted. “Well, if you call that beer…”

In all honesty, Dan didn’t know what kind of beer he liked. He’d been a kid when he’d ended up in prison. He didn’t remember the taste of alcohol, just that he’d drunk whatever he’d been handed.

But he liked the Bud Light commercials he’d seen. He wouldn’t dare tell the bartender that was why he’d ordered it.

“Hey Mary, put the game on,” someone hollered from a table behind Dan. “I wanna see if I’m gonna lose my bet!”

Mary must have been the name of the bartender since she yelled back, “Hold your damn horses, Ethan. I got a customer to serve.” She took an iced glass out of a cooler and proceeded to pour Dan’s beer. “Here ya go.” She set it on a coaster in front of him. “That’s three-fifty.”

Dan took a five dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to her. “Keep the change.” He didn’t have much money. One beer would have to do it. He took a sip. The yeasty flavor warmed him to his toes.

“You look like a man who knows how to enjoy the simple things in life.”

Dan turned his head enough to get a good peek at the man standing beside him. Handsome in an untrustworthy way, he decided. His years in prison had taught him to judge a person in a quick and efficient manner. Generally, he was spot-on when he applied himself to parsing out whether someone was trustworthy or not. This guy was definitely in the ‘or not’ category.

That didn’t mean Dan could be rude. “Thanks.” Or chatty.

“I’m Quincy.” He held out his hand.

Dan had to shake it or be rude, which might start a fight. He didn’t want that. “Dan.” He’d intended the contact to be brief, but Quincy held onto his hand. Short of jerking it back with a bit of force, Dan was stuck.

“Let go of the man, you ass,” Mary sniped, popping her bar towel at Quincy. “Anyone can tell you’re making him uncomfortable.”

Dan grimaced and ducked his head, wishing he’d have let his hair grow out so it’d hide his face.

“I’m just being friendly.” Quincy added a tickle to Dan’s palm then released his hand. “I like a lean man. Usually means he fucks like a machine.”

Despite finding Quincy untrustworthy, Dan’s cock perked up a little at that. He resisted the urge to reach down and shift the hardening length into a more comfortable position. Doing so would give away his burgeoning arousal, and he didn’t know that he wanted to mess around with Quincy despite how long it’d been since Dan had gotten off.

“Friendly my white, dimpled ass,” Mary said. “You don’t want that horn-dog bothering you, just send him off. Quincy will fuck anything that’ll bend him over. Or I guess he’ll let anyone that wants to bend him over fuck him. All the same shit to me.”

“That’s because you’re an undiscerning dyke,” Quincy drawled.

Mary popped the towel again and just missed Quincy’s cheek. “Boy, I will take you outside and clean the pavement with you if you don’t watch it. Don’t think being my cousin is gonna save you. I ain’t ever cared for your side of the family anyway.”

Quincy laughed. “Hell, me neither. They’re a bunch of bigots. Don’t go glaring at me and getting all bitchy over Dan, here. If he don’t want any of what I’m offering, he can tell me to git and I will.”

“Dan?” Mary asked.

Dan stopped trying to tuck his head between his shoulders and looked at Mary. “We’re fine.” His mouth was dry, so he took a few more swallows of beer.

“See? He likes me.” Quincy plopped a hand onto Dan’s thigh—high enough up that Dan could feel the heat from Quincy’s skin on his balls.

“Mmhm. Whatever. No fucking in the bathrooms. It’s out back or at your place.” Mary turned her nose up and walked to the end of the bar, talking to another customer.

“She’s such a bitch, but I love her,” Quincy whispered. “And she’s telling the truth. I love to get fucked. You look dangerous, with that scar. Oh, it’s two scars, huh?”

Dan felt the beer turn sour in his belly. “I—“

“Hey, don’t take offense,” Quincy said. “Those scars are there whether I mention ‘em or not, so you should be glad I’m turned on by ‘em. Not everyone would be. I can see past those scars to the man beneath ‘em.” Quincy slid his hand up and cupped Dan’s balls through his jeans. “Nice. Hot.” He leaned in and damn near purred in Dan’s ear. “I’m not asking for a ring, just a fuck.” Then Quincy was caressing Dan’s cock and despite the material in the way, Dan went breathless with the need to get off.

“Okay.” He drained the last of his beer then cut his eyes toward Quincy. “You got stuff?”

Quincy beamed at him. “Damn right I do. Come on.”

Dan got up and tried to ignore the way his face felt hot when Mary looked at them.

“Forget the fucking out back shit, I have an apartment just around the corner,” Quincy was saying as he gripped Dan’s wrist. “Got everything we need there, too.”

Dan ignored everything but the promise of getting laid. Quincy wasn’t someone he’d be friends with. Sex was another matter entirely.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Quincy asked when they were outside, walking almost too fast for Dan’s liking.

“Don’t have much to say,” Dan informed him.

“The strong, silent type. Awesome.” Quincy giggled and nudged Dan’s hip. “I bet you aren’t so quiet when you’re fucking me.”

Dan was inclined to disagree. He’d had to be very quiet when Mosh was fucking him or else face repercussions he might not have survived. Sharing that tidbit with Quincy wasn’t happening, so Dan merely shrugged.

“Oh, now I’m gonna make sure you shout out my name when you come,” Quincy promised. “Walk faster.”

Getting laid was seeming like more trouble than it was worth, yet Dan kept up with Quincy, not knowing how to get out of it.

And once he got a look at Quincy’s plump backside, he wasn’t as inclined to bolt after all. Dan’s cock perked back up and the last hundred feet or so of walking was downright uncomfortable because of that.

“Here we are.” Quincy pulled a key ring from his pants pocket then unlocked the door to what looked like a duplex, at least. There could have been more parts to it, but Dan quit paying attention to anything other than the sway of Quincy’s ass when he went through the doorway.

Dan followed him and shucked his jacket while Quincy locked up.

“Not the best neighborhood, ya know,” Quincy said. He flipped the deadbolt. “My bedroom’s off to the left. Stuff’s on the nightstand.”

A quick glance showed that Quincy’s place was decorated in bright colors and old furniture, the couch in particular threadbare, which was a blessing considering it was neon orange. “Sounds like you were planning on bringing someone back here,” Dan told him.

Quincy smirked at him as he walked past Dan. “Of course I was. This ass was made for fucking.” He slapped his own rump. “And it doesn’t go without many nights at all.”

Dan figured that at least he wouldn’t have to worry about Quincy wanting more than an hour or two of his time. It didn’t matter if Dan didn’t particularly like Quincy—then again, how could he? He didn’t know the man at all. Dan buried any doubts or qualms he had and followed after Quincy.

The bedroom was every bit as obnoxiously decorated as the rest of the apartment was. Bright colors clashed all over the place. It made Dan’s eyes ache, and he wondered if Quincy was color blind.

Quincy gestured to the bed, which had a purple and pink blanket on it, as well as so many fancy pillows in an array of colors that Dan couldn’t focus on any of them. “How do you like my rainbow bed?”

“S’that what it is?” Dan asked before he could stop himself.

Laughing, Quincy flung the covers back. “Nah, it’s just like that because I love colors. When I was growing up—“ He stopped and shook his head. “Sorry. No conversation unless it has to do with sex.” He pulled his shirt off in one smooth, and obviously practiced, move. “What’re you waiting for, cowboy?”

“Cowboy?” Dan shook his head. “Not hardly.”

“Whatever, I can fantasize. Don’t ruin it by telling me you work at McDonalds or somewhere like that.” Quincy started in on his jeans.

Dan couldn’t tell Quincy he worked anywhere since he’d yet to find a job. Not wanting to appear to be on the verge of walking out, which was how Dan felt, he instead toed off his hiking boots and socks before stripping out of the rest of his clothing.

“Whadda ya think?” Quincy posed, one hand on a cocked hip, the other behind his head. He was cute enough, a little soft around the middle, but Dan didn’t mind that at all. There was still something about Quincy that almost gave Dan the creeps, but whatever it was, he couldn’t name it and he wanted to fuck more than he wanted to figure out what was bugging him about the man.

Quincy ran one finger down the length of his hard, slender cock. “You are a top, aren’t you?”

Dan was whatever he needed to be in that moment. “Yeah.”

Quincy looked him up and down. “You’re pretty skinny. Are you sick?”

“Nope. Just built this way.” And he didn’t eat much because his nerves seemed to get the best of him lately.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. That’s a nice, fat dick you got there, and you’re going to put a condom over it, so whatever.” Quincy shrugged. He leapt onto the bed and went down on his hands and knees. “What’re you waiting for?”

Dan shook himself and fetched a condom from the bedside table. He opened the package and rolled the rubber down his cock, then set the torn wrapper down so he could get the lube.

Once he had his shaft coated enough, he asked, “You need me to get you ready?”

Quincy laughed. “Please. I told you, this ass hardly go a night without getting fucked, if not by someone else, then with one of my toys. I can handle what you’ve got, cowboy.”

Telling himself not to be judgmental about that, Dan got up behind Quincy. The man did have a nice, plump butt, with a few dimples here and there. Dan cupped his cheeks and gave them a squeeze.

“Mmm, that’s nice, but get to it,” Quincy said.

Foreplay wasn’t something Dan had a lot of experience at, and in that moment, he realized he’d have liked to have had time to play around some, learn a few things about himself and the man he was going to fuck. Then again, he guessed he knew all he needed to about Quincy.

“It’s not rocket science,” Quincy nagged, turning to glare over his shoulder. “Just shove it—ah! God! Damn!”

Dan had lined up his dick and thrust in almost fully, goaded by Quincy until he’d been in in danger of losing his erection if he didn’t shut him up.

Feeling the tight, hot grip of Quincy’s ass around his cock averted any possibility of Dan going soft. He bit his bottom lip, grabbed onto Quincy’s shoulders, and pulled him back while at the same time pushing the rest of his dick into Quincy’s ass.

“Ohhhh, yeah, baby, fuck me,” Quincy rasped, arching his lower back.

The rippling of his inner walls around Dan’s cock sent pleasure spiraling up from Dan’s groin to all pertinent parts of his body. Dan pressed his brow to the back of Quincy’s head and fucked as hard and fast as he could in that position.

When he needed more power, he raised up and pressed down on Quincy’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Dan braced one leg beside Quincy’s hip and slammed into his ass again and again.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and back. Dan ground his teeth and kept driving into Quincy, seeking release yet holding it off, not wanting to end it just yet. He hadn’t even jacked off more than a couple of times since getting out of prison.